Best Skyrocket Poems
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
Ungathered cherries hang in reverie!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
engaged in multihued, cool creativity.
Goodbye violet birds skyrocket, calling!
Desolate, windswept trees are shivery,
when red and purple leaves are falling.
REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)
To: [email protected]
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012
While I sneak and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.
Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.
While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.
And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.
I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.
Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?
So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed
And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?
Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…
Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?
Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
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It's always hardest, when there is no one to talk to-
When I dial your number, and it just rings and rings
Until the dreaded "voice mail" picks up.
For just an instant, when there is that brief crackle and "click"-
My hopes skyrocket that you have picked up the phone and answered, when I needed it most, the moment I am most frantic...
But when, in reality, it's just that pre-recorded message that I've heard a million times before; how I loath it
And I feel my heart sinking, like there are anchors tied all around it, dragging it into the depths of my stomach!
Where are you? Can you not feel my desperation through the infinite channels of the universe, or are they clogged and busy, too?
Don't you know that I need you, perhaps now, more than ever?
I know you're at that fancy French restaurant you're always talking about, drinking fine wine and eating escargot, possibly dancing the night away.
While I am here, all alone, eating my own heart out for supper.
All I need, all I want, is a compassionate voice on the other end of the line, talking me down off the ledge once again.
Don't you know I've had too much to drink; that I am listening to sad songs and thinking about doing it again- that awful thing which leaves me so terribly scarred when I wake from my stupor? The cuts. You know, those things you hate to see marring my arms.
But I'll have to resort to self-will and self-control, of which I have so very little...
I may or may not make it through another night of melancholy and self-loathing.
Please, for the love of God, pick up the damn phone!
*Any Poem Goes Contest Entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Along the woods of glow and mist
breezes paint an outline moon-kissed,
on skyline
Where fireflies jet their rare debut
beneath gilded clouds’ marquee to
skyrocket
Amid collage of unkempt leaves;
debris drops …old pine- timber heaves
to skydive
I amble ‘round this forest known --
chanting lush nature’s psalms alone
like skylark
Deep the hills…inner ghosts are gone
while breaths quicken with soul-fire on
my skyway
Joseph May's Compounding the Verse Contest
5/17/2020
Before last night she was my dream come through,
Everyday my affection incessantly grew,
My heart and hers poised to glue,
When with her I forgot my crew.
Before last night I had only kissed her,
And goose bumps graced me body-over,
The sound in my brain was that of a classic Opera,
Life with her had promised no disaster.
Before Last night our love was in express motion,
My friends thought I had taken a love portion,
Fools! what did they know about my emotion?
For this lady, to the wind I had thrown caution.
Alas! Last night in entirety she gave me her body,
My love for her thereafter appears rusty,
I now see she is not too far from ugly,
And she is not the only woman that could make me happy.
I wonder how all can change in one night,
While her love for me looked to reignite,
Mine for her fell from a Skyrocket to a Kite,
This morning, I feel I was blind and just regained my sight.
I’m an influencer, ex TV
You’re bound to know if you see me
I married a singer, famous she was
But she ditched me, is that her loss?
I pronounce the truth covered in lies
There’s no subject I can’t sensationalise
I wave my arms claim to speak the truth
Rant and rave, like a movie spoof
I spread theories of conspiracy.
Talk about subjects, no interest to me
My ratings skyrocket, the blind tag along
I’m always right, you’re always wrong
I’m bland Jack, fountain of knowledge
I talk like an urchin, never been to college
But doesn’t matter, you hang on my words
I’ve had to scream blogs no better than turds
I’m famous around six million views
Followed by the unlit rams and ewes
David Cox 01/02/23
The horses of my childhood
Do you remember too
Mr. Ed and Fury
Just to name a few
Roy had his Trigger
Dale had Butter Cup
They were stuffed and mounted
When dead – just look it up
Spin and Marty had Skyrocket
On the Mickey Mouse Club show
Hoppy rode in on Topper
That’s one you might not know
When he rode in on his Traveller
Robert E. Lee looked stately
Comanche survived the Little Big Horn
You don’t hear of them much lately
Lone Ranger had his Silver
Paladin had his Rafter
The Cisco Kid - Diablo
They brought us tears and laughter
Which one was my favorite
Why – the last one that I’d seen
There upon my TV
Or on the movie screen
Mdailey 5/30/11
9th place finish in contest
NERVE
Nearer moonlight than us
Nerves of steel skyrocket
Nationwide heroes rise
Nascent aeronautics
News - one small step for man
Neil Armstrong holds world’s hand
naked eye sees heaven
5th Place
4/29/2017
Pleiades N contest
Skyrocket sparks are flying,
My mind traveling so fast.
While flying through the heavens,
What on earth could be happening?
Moonbeams shooting,
'Round in my head.
Bouncing off stars,
As we round Mars.
The Milky Way trails,
While new stars are appearing.
Lighting our way,
Flying past the comet display.
Starbursts of brilliant colors,
Announce their beauty with sparkle.
Instant life bursting in the heavens,
Revealing new life is viewing earth's tomorrow.
Dazzle and sparkle,
Blinking and winking.
Looking down on earth,
Enjoying its glitter.
Shooting stars pointing,
From the heavens to earth.
Glorious lights announcing,
Each new day's birth.
©2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee.
I'm drunk but God knows I never had a sip.
It is all in the taste of your words.
I'm high, dopamine on skyrocket and
It is all in the gold of your eyes.
My heart is at 197 and I swear
It is all in the tip of your touch.
I am in a fever and I blame
The perfume on your neck.
I am in love and I blame you entirely.
"Picking up a pen with an active thought
Memories skyrocket out of your mind
The ink begins to slide out, smoothly like silk
The paper slowly grasps all your thoughts,
Word by word, the ink describes your story.
You pick up the envelope that conceals the emotions
Folding the paper, you slip it in like a coin in a piggy bank
You lock up the memory with your tongue.
Sign it with a kiss, and then you pick it up.
Throws it into the trashcan never to be touched.
These thoughts, are thoughts you never want to think of again."
Some say I write the truth.
They say if I sell my work my bankroll would skyrocket to the roof.
I say writing is just an everyday thing for me.
It's not a job; it's more like a dream for me
.
I do it out of feeling, I do it for fun.
I know when I have a child my gift is going to be pass down to my son.
I'll tell him everything starts out as a dream.
All it takes is one dream it seems.
To make a poet all it takes is one pen.
To start a book all it takes is one page.
But to make a great poet it starts out as a dream it seems.
I know what you're saying, what do all this mean?
To be a writer like me it takes one pen, one page, one dream.
.... Human desire for adaptation, I foresee ....
- A solemn ongoing enthusiasm for -
Becoming parallel with those who dedicate themselves
to food provision, - farmers
My central aim would be to reform sturdily renewable
- Crops containing dense nutrients
Regulation of fruit and vegetable growing operations
will see a fair salary
Paid to all producers, incentivising streamlined practice
- Standardised soil reconstruction
Encourage diversity in properties' cropping. Guarantee income
Locate livestock adjacent, manure transferred
Transforms tired soil to jumping, a fast forward response
- Increased local area selling, less transport strain
Without genetic modification, tenacity of breed continues
Resilient stock would result
Chain reaction brings taste incentivised consumers
- Check research on nutrition / brain correlation
Two decades of subsidised farming will find resources
commited to defence can safely decrease
Satiated state of mind, transferred to our earthly vessels
- Societal health will skyrocket
Far from being Ruler of The World, I have previously worked
as a Sales Rep. for a rubbish collection company
- I came to understand two tonnes of vegetable scraps
leave each supermarket daily for landfill
10th August 2020
Written for Contest: If I Ruled The World
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
First you get the money then comes the power
It's like the growing of a rare flower
Every step is essential like building a tower
Loyalty and respect goes hand in hand
Without one you won't be able to stand
Its like the lay out of a land
You can't start foundation without sand
To gain power means to receive love and hate
It can skyrocket at an alarming rate
One would think this is they fate
Family would want to use you as bait
Being at the top doesn't always mean happiness
You create a mindset that you're the best
Not knowing that it could be a test